If concrete could talk, the Barbican’s Brutalist buildings would probably grumble about modern architecture and then invite you in for a stiff Grey Goose and cranberry.
Yes, yesterday Darce, Stuart and I took The Architecture Tour of the Barbican Centre in the glitzy City of London.
It was like stepping into a dystopian utopia - where every raw concrete surface somehow oozed charm and intellectual defiance.
Our guide, Oliver, was equal parts historian and architectural apologist.
We walked through the post-war dreams of a society that clearly had a surplus of cement and ambition.
The place is a love letter to grey, angular beauty - and strangely, by the end, you’ll find yourself swooning over ventilation shafts and shadowy stairwells.
Unlike the weather, Brutalism is cool.
